Sasha eyed it suspiciously as she tried to keep up the pace while not colliding with anything or anyone. The shirt still hung there, seemingly giving ...er ample coverage, but as she looked it, she had to convince herself that the stitching wasn't moving under it's own power. Sasha's pace picked up, and tried to refocus herself on the second clue. No way in hell was she going to go down 2-0 to Tara Tennyson. A few minutes of wandering later, Sasha's train of thought was interrupted again by the. How odd. I frown as I try to figure this out.“This transmits what’s playing on the iPod to the system in the room.”, Sir answers my unspoken query as he taps the small antenna. “I can hear what you’re hearing, and I have a remote control unit for it.” He smirks his private-joke smile and holds up a small, flat device that looks like a very hip calculator. He leans across me, insuring the ear buds are secure in my ears, and puts the iPod down somewhere on the bed above my head.“Lift your head,”. .they looked at me and smiled and said "Welcome!"..you want to take more?!... I said...well Yes!!..they told me to follow them and I can take more pictures. As they turned around...their bums were bulging out from behind and I turned on my camera and lowered it to face their shapely bums and they started walking. Their bum cheeks shook wildly as they walked. I recorded their bums with my camera from behind as I followed them. We came to a secluded area and no one was there. One of the girls. I grew up on the beach and is where I do most of my photography. It was a tiny little thing. The kind that Ties on each hip as well as behind my back and neck. I have to be careful because one tiny pull could undo the whole thing. This I found out the hard way once, yet it is my favorite. The little triangles barely cover my C cup boobs, I probably should have bought a bigger top but I like to show as much as I can. In Europe I usually go topless at the beach. It is so freeing. I have been.